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see.” he said softly. “Then you’ll get it.”
She stared at the object, realizing it was a mirror that he held out to her. She took it but didn’t lift it before her face. Why did it matter what she looked like? Why should it matter?
“Or you can wait,” he hurried with that same concern as always.
“I can look.”
“I know you can, but maybe it’s too soon.”
“Too soon for what?” she asked, feeling irritated. “Just tell me what you really think.”
“Well… I really think when you see yourself you’ll understand why I’m treating you so carefully.”
He only confused her more. “And it’s too soon for me to learn that?”
“No,” he said, again softly, “I mean… it’s not a pretty sight, it may be too upsetting.”
How funny he was. “It never was a pretty sight,” she said, lifting the mirror to see.
Chapter Seven
Her stomach clenched at the face staring back at her. Wow. She angled her head a little admitting to herself that it was worse than what she’d expected. Once, she’d read a book about a person with a very bad disfigurement. The Elephant Man. She touched her cheek where it was swollen and poked at the black near her eye. The skin was puffy around both and filled with various blues, blacks, and purples. So many colors.
“Do I get a name yet?”
She regarded him. What name did he want from her now?
“So I have something to call you by?”
Her stomach loosened a little until she considered answering him. What would he think of a name like Chaos? Silence wasn’t much better. And Chosen sounded… arrogant.
“You… do remember it?”
She shook her head but didn’t mean it as an answer to his question. Every name she had seemed inappropriate for normal. Chaos, Silence, Chosen. Before that they called her Baby and she never liked that name. She’d not minded her ceremonial names but she wasn’t in the Order at the moment and it seemed silly to use it with him. Especially if she was trying to… what was she trying to do? Bring him back with her. Would normal accomplish that? Maybe not. Maybe she stood a better chance luring him with the mystery of who she actually was. “Chaos,” she finally decided.
“What is?”
“My name.”
“Your name?”
She stared at him, not understanding his confusion and maybe dislike. “Yes. You don’t like it?” Everybody liked her name she’d thought.
“You’re serious? Is that your real name or nickname?”
“My real one.”
“Chaos.”
“Why do you keep repeating it like I don’t know my own name?”
For the first time his mouth formed a shape close to a smile but not quite. “Your name is actually Chaos. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a pretty cool name…”
Chaos voiced what went unspoken, “But...”
“I’m sorry, I’m being rude. I’m just… I’ve never heard of such a name. Do people call you by anything else?”
“Like what?”
He shrugged, “Like… Kay? For short?”
“K?” She couldn’t keep the anger from coming. “Everybody calls me Chaos. Nobody has a problem with it.” Or wouldn’t. She didn’t see the congregation but once a week for Desecrations and they’d not had one since she’d gotten her new name.
“Right, it was stupid of me to ask, I’ve just never heard of it before.”
“You’ve never heard of Chaos?”
“Yes. No, I mean I’ve heard of the word just not as a name. Mine is Solomon Gorge. Not the most common either.”
“I know.”
“You do?”
She stared at him, debating on how much he should know of what she knew. Really she only knew his name. “I dreamed of you,” she partially lied.
“Me?”
“Your name.”
He was quiet for a long time and she looked at him again, regretting her words at seeing the trouble on his face. “Did you… call it?” he finally asked.
Her heart began to hammer in her chest at his question and again, how to answer it. She suddenly felt like they were both at a crucial crossroad in this mission. “Did
She stared at the object, realizing it was a mirror that he held out to her. She took it but didn’t lift it before her face. Why did it matter what she looked like? Why should it matter?
“Or you can wait,” he hurried with that same concern as always.
“I can look.”
“I know you can, but maybe it’s too soon.”
“Too soon for what?” she asked, feeling irritated. “Just tell me what you really think.”
“Well… I really think when you see yourself you’ll understand why I’m treating you so carefully.”
He only confused her more. “And it’s too soon for me to learn that?”
“No,” he said, again softly, “I mean… it’s not a pretty sight, it may be too upsetting.”
How funny he was. “It never was a pretty sight,” she said, lifting the mirror to see.
Chapter Seven
Her stomach clenched at the face staring back at her. Wow. She angled her head a little admitting to herself that it was worse than what she’d expected. Once, she’d read a book about a person with a very bad disfigurement. The Elephant Man. She touched her cheek where it was swollen and poked at the black near her eye. The skin was puffy around both and filled with various blues, blacks, and purples. So many colors.
“Do I get a name yet?”
She regarded him. What name did he want from her now?
“So I have something to call you by?”
Her stomach loosened a little until she considered answering him. What would he think of a name like Chaos? Silence wasn’t much better. And Chosen sounded… arrogant.
“You… do remember it?”
She shook her head but didn’t mean it as an answer to his question. Every name she had seemed inappropriate for normal. Chaos, Silence, Chosen. Before that they called her Baby and she never liked that name. She’d not minded her ceremonial names but she wasn’t in the Order at the moment and it seemed silly to use it with him. Especially if she was trying to… what was she trying to do? Bring him back with her. Would normal accomplish that? Maybe not. Maybe she stood a better chance luring him with the mystery of who she actually was. “Chaos,” she finally decided.
“What is?”
“My name.”
“Your name?”
She stared at him, not understanding his confusion and maybe dislike. “Yes. You don’t like it?” Everybody liked her name she’d thought.
“You’re serious? Is that your real name or nickname?”
“My real one.”
“Chaos.”
“Why do you keep repeating it like I don’t know my own name?”
For the first time his mouth formed a shape close to a smile but not quite. “Your name is actually Chaos. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a pretty cool name…”
Chaos voiced what went unspoken, “But...”
“I’m sorry, I’m being rude. I’m just… I’ve never heard of such a name. Do people call you by anything else?”
“Like what?”
He shrugged, “Like… Kay? For short?”
“K?” She couldn’t keep the anger from coming. “Everybody calls me Chaos. Nobody has a problem with it.” Or wouldn’t. She didn’t see the congregation but once a week for Desecrations and they’d not had one since she’d gotten her new name.
“Right, it was stupid of me to ask, I’ve just never heard of it before.”
“You’ve never heard of Chaos?”
“Yes. No, I mean I’ve heard of the word just not as a name. Mine is Solomon Gorge. Not the most common either.”
“I know.”
“You do?”
She stared at him, debating on how much he should know of what she knew. Really she only knew his name. “I dreamed of you,” she partially lied.
“Me?”
“Your name.”
He was quiet for a long time and she looked at him again, regretting her words at seeing the trouble on his face. “Did you… call it?” he finally asked.
Her heart began to hammer in her chest at his question and again, how to answer it. She suddenly felt like they were both at a crucial crossroad in this mission. “Did
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